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Solitude, Renelle


"Oho, the scurrying rat thinks itself rather glib~!" Esben's words were met with an amused titter from Ferdiad as the spectre stalked them, always a step behind as the Kirins moved from rooftop to rooftop once more. Out of some macabre sense of fair play, it seemed that the demon was sticking to the streets, only ever taking to the high ground if it got direct line of sight on any of the living. At the very least, it seemed that his presence didn't agitate the undead, as the zombies in the streets below shuffled along.

"But I will oblige some of your jibber jabber." Ferdiad reappeared midair, high above the Kirins as it hovered along, lounging mockingly on the haft of its scythe. "In order, then. A bit of Column A, a bit of Column B. Dear old patron did set me upon you, but I was only ever expressly given the command to 'enjoy myself' with you all, as it were. Quite the bit of leeway that gives me~"

The demon paused, catching a bomb that Chisato hurled up. The explosive detonated in its face, eliciting howling laughter from the singed jester as the smoke cleared, a clear burn mark and a line of shrapnel on its forehead.

"See? Like that! The little miss should dress it up some more next time! Make it look like a bouquet of roses, or perhaps a carved wooden duck." Ferdiad laughed before its gaze shifted back down to Esben in particular, eyes glinting with interest.

"But back to you. The summoner. You really well and truly went up on their threat estimation once they found out you could call upon that doddering old Ramuh. Go on, call him out. Why even bother talking when you could have Leviathan try to eat me?" Ferdiad began hanging off its scythe in midair, wrapping its legs around the haft as it beheld the Kirins while upside down. "You want to talk, yes? Thirty second intermission, and then we return to the game."
Miharu Agawa

Bjyerlfal City, Camphor's Lab


What an...assortment of characters Professor Camphor had decided to hire. Small wonder the woman had decided to call Miharu 'boring' during that video response of hers. Even though it was understandable, it was still rude. And entirely uncalled for. No matter Miharu's own gratitude for giving her the job in the first place, she'd still get Camphor back for that at some point. Perhaps not in as cathartic a manner as she'd like, but one couldn't be that demeaning without some sort of consequence in return.

As if he could tell the direction Miharu's thoughts were going, Hiddy slapped her on the shoulder he wasn't hanging off of, hooting briefly to bring her back to reality. With a start, Miharu blinked, briefly reaching up to pat the Mankey on the head in thanks. Ah. She'd been spoken to.

"Victor, yes? Miharu Agawa. And this is Hiddy. Pleased to meet you!" She smiled as her Pokemon ooked a greeting, tail waving back and forth. "Well, I'm from Kantona City. And...mn. To tell the truth, hardly anything happens on the island aside from accomodating tourists and the like. It's why I'm here, really."
@PlatinumSkink

The release of the Elekid caught her eye for a moment. But more than that, it caught Hiddy's. The Mankey immediately had his interest piqued by the sudden appearance of the Electric-type, scrambling down from Miharu's shoulder. He craned his head up towards...Jack, was it? And immediately started trying to reach up to tap the Pokeball. Miharu sighed.

"Hiddy, honestly!" She squatted down to snatch the monkey up in her arms, wrapping him tightly enough so that he didn't think to break free. Hiddy made a screech of protest, glancing up to give his Trainer the stink eye. "Oh, none of that! If you want to battle him so badly, we can ask later. Not before we've even had orientation. Really, now!" Miharu looked back towards Jack, giving a brief bow in apology. "I'm sorry about that. I don't think he quite enjoyed the flight over. Though it'd probably be good for both of our Pokemon to relieve some stress once we're finished here."
@Double

Was she fishing for a battle already? Of course. Even though she'd caught Hiddy and had a few introductory battles against what wild Pokemon roamed the island, there had hardly been time to find an appropriate Trainer battle before they'd had to leave. With a sigh, she glanced down to the Mankey in her arms.

"Do you promise to behave? We'll have a drink, to calm you down." The Mankey took a moment, but eventually nodded his assent, clambering back up to his perch atop Miharu's shoulder once she released him. In any case...

"Ah, someone said something about tea, yes?" She looked between the blonde girl and what seemed to be a lab tech that had just mentioned it. "Tea would be wonderful. We'll take two. Though coffee is fine if you don't have any. For either, as-is or black will do~"
@Azure Bubbles

She may not be working at the teahouse anymore, but it never hurt to at least evaluate the quality of brew elsewhere. Still, considering it was a workplace, there was a better chance than not it would just be tea bags or low-grade loose leaf. And that was fine. There was a time and a place for good tea, and sometimes, any would do.
Solitude, Main Thoroughfare


Explosions rocked the hundred-strong horde crowding the intersection. With the Kirins' bombs and grenades properly separated, the detonations ripped through the zombies, flaying skin and shredding muscle down to the bone. Rudolf's charged followed. While it wasn't clear if the undead could feel pain, their senses could still be addled. With the amount of noise and smoke kicked up, Rudolf found easy targets in the first few moments, his borrowed greatsword easily carving through rotting flesh and bone.

The strength of the reanimated lied in raw numbers, and the Kirins were doing everything they could to mitigate that advantage. With a path torn open by the explosives and continuously expanded by Rudolf, there was a brief window of opportunity to try and make the crossing. For their part, the wounded tried to make themselves as less of a burden as possible, knowing there was only one chance to make it across the road. Those able to move tried their best to keep up, and those unable to assisted in other ways, drawing pistols while they were being led and providing covering fire.

Three-quarters of the way across, the horde was thinning, even if those revenants behind them were beginning to regain their wits. But it seemed as if they were going to make it through. And then a dark, mocking cackle rose from the direction of Whitewater Gardens, where they had just been:

"What's this? It seems the little rats I've been searching for have been scurrying about!" To every Kirin, the voice was unmistakable: it was the demon they had fought in the ruins of Lunaris. Ferdiad. The abyssal jongleur seemed to manifest out of the shadows atop a roof from Whitewater Gardens' direction, staring straight at the thoroughfare with a demented grin and scythe in hand.

"Run, rodents, run! In the interest of fair play, I'll even give you a head start! The game will begin once you've crossed into the next district. Can you evade me? And for how long? Dohohohohohoho~!"
Miharu Agawa

Bjyerlfal City, Commercial District - Airport


The flight wasn't very long, but it was still the longest Hiddy had gone stuck in a Pokeball since Miharu had formally caught him. So she released him from the ball as soon as she'd gotten off the plane. The Mankey materialized hanging off Miharu's shoulder, grunting cheerily.

"Yes, yes. Thanks for being so patient with being in the ball until now." Miharu reached up with her other hand, patting Hiddy on the head as she walked through the airport concourse. "Here, as an apology." She slipped her Pokemon a rice cracker, and Hiddy occupied himself with tearing through the packaging before wolfing the treat down. While he did so, his Trainer easily sidestepped a veritable stampede of people crowding two women in particular. And on closer inspection...

"Hm." Miharu hummed, briefly recognizing the two Trainers from television. A Gym Leader and a Contest Star, eh? While she wasn't one to be so obsessive about celebrities herself, seeing both here was something of note. For a moment, at least. All in all, there was hardly any desire on her end to try and crowd them like the majority of the orbiters around the two were doing, and she simply walked on after a brief glance over. Seeing those two women did raise questions for herself, though. Namely, what exactly was she hoping to get out of this job with Camphor? One supposed that Gyms and Contests were the natural route to go from there for an aspiring Trainer, but the Gym circuit wasn't the only path to go for a good battle.

Still, those were thoughts for later. For the moment, Miharu supposed she ought to do her best to...deal with Camphor. And her task. But mainly the professor herself. Her lips pursed ever so slightly as she recalled the video message she'd received with her acceptance letter. What a rude woman. This had the potential to be somewhat trying on her patience. But that was the price of freedom, evidently. For now, there was still the matter of meeting whoever had been sent to pick up herself and a few others.

Eventually, Miharu spotted the sign. Or rather, Hiddy did. And enthusiastically drummed on her head until she looked the right way. With a patient smile, Miharu approached, looking over those who had arrived before her. Had she arrived last? Ah, well. Now, let's see...

Two blondes, a boy and a girl, as well as a second girl bearing resemblance to a trembling Zigzagoon. Miharu's lips pursed in sympathy. The poor dear. Was she overstimulated by the crowd? A comforting hand patted Hazel's back, and Miharu put on the most calming smile she could.

"There, there. Are you alright? You're with the group going to Professor Camphor's lab, yes?" She looked between Hazel, the other prospective trainers, and Frieda and her Impidimp. She took her hand off Hazel's back, giving a brief but formal bow.

"Miharu Agawa." A gesture up to the Mankey on her shoulder, who hollered in greeting. "And this is Hiddy. Very pleased to meet. Is this all of us, or were we waiting for another?"
Whitewater Gardens, Solitude


The path across the roofs was as difficult as Elly made it out to be, especially with wounded in tow. Trekking across the rooftops in this state was slow going, but it did allow the party to finally see the truth of Zeke's words: Walking cadavers, still clad in the clothes they'd perished in, shambled through the streets.

By all appearances, it seemed that both direct line of sight and loud noises alerted the undead, who sped up to a lumbering jog whenever they were startled. Whatever they slew didn't rise again, and they fed upon dead flesh that wasn't their own, as if they knew that meat of their own kind wasn't good. Nevertheless, the sheer number of revenants roaming the streets suggested a near-total disaster for Solitude as a city. While it clearly wasn't every single soul that was turned, a generous estimate suggested that one in ten may have survived whatever it was that zombified the city to begin with.

On the borderline that separated Whitewater Gardens from Renelle, the party and hangers-on came across their first hiccup: there was no viable way to cross districts without descending to street level. A major thoroughfare, wide enough for vehicles three lanes deep on both sides, separated them from Elly's home district. And it went without saying that the undead infested the crossing, shambling around and over wrecked automobiles. All in all, a small horde of nearly a hundred could be seen in the immediate vicinity. Once the party descended from the rooftops, they would have but moments before they would be swarmed.
Renar Hagen


Oh, marvelous. Now he had to deal with the little wretch being embarassed. Once more, Renar resisted the urge to sigh and reveal what he really thought of the situation. At least she'd thought of the matter. That was better than he'd been expecting, truly. Really, why was the lady even surprised? What was any reasonable individual supposed to think of a Hundi her age, attending a tourney? It wasn't a sentiment he'd voice, for obvious reasons. But it was still oh so tempting.

Fortunately, Renar was saved from the exertion of having to play nice with the dame knight by the sound of the horn emanating across all of the tourney grounds. T'was time to commence with the opening, it seemed. A genuine smile crossed his face as he turned, a hand raised in farewell.

"It seems we're due for the start of the Valours. Ser Rolan. Dame Lizaelea. Enjoy your time here, yes? I'll be going on ahead." And with that, Renar began making his way toward the tourney grounds himself. Finally. Finally.
Southern Skael, North of Solitude


"...Noted." The raid captain inclined her head in an unhappy tone towards Esben. Elly's words had her furrowing her brow inquisitively towards Solitude's walls. "I think we can chance a flyover just to see if Red's telling the truth. The other scout teams sent had all been planning to enter Solitude on foot, anyway. If Valheim's trying to keep anything from getting out, I doubt they have heavy weaponry pointed in the direction of anyone trying to approach from above."

She turned, starting to rally her men back onto the airship. Within minutes, all were back on board and the helm was alerted to their plans. The airship took off, aiming for a quick flyby at a fast enough speed to hopefully get in and out before any alarms were raised. The ship picked up speed as it approached the walls, Zeke on the deck with the Kirins, along with the entire raid squadron. All of them, that was, with the exception of the captain.

Below decks, the woman's face faded away as the engine room crew chief's body slid off of her blade, Loki grinning in her place.

"Greedy, greedy~" She hummed to herself, an orb of shadowy aether coalescing in her palm. "Had you but ran straight back, I wouldn't have had this opportunity. Ah, well. Enjoy the zombies!" The spell fired, and Loki vanished into the floor a moment after, narrowly evading the engine exploding.

Up top, the immediate impact could be felt by all, and the helmsman paled, realizing what had just happened, if not why.

"We've lost engines!" He screamed, just as the ship passed over the walls of Solitude. "Brace, braaaaace! We're going down!" The airship listed. Unable to maneuver, it came careening down straight towards a tall spire, jutting out of a manor building. And impacted.

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Falcon's Nest, Outskirts
One hour later


Kayliss hadn't exactly been pleased when they'd radioed their return, explaining the specific circumstances of what was going on. Nevertheless, she met up with Galahad, Miina, Izayoi, and Garland as they disembarked a distance away from the actual fortress city, no less than two squadrons of armed men trailing her. For his part, Garland gave a brief nod of acknowledgement at the implied threat before promptly getting to business.

"I should hope my being here, unarmed and vastly outnumbered on neutral ground, proves my sincerity? In any regard, take this to your superiors." He fished a sealed bundle of documents out to hand over, and Kayliss prompted a soldier to approach and hold it with gloved hands.

"Only after it's been tested for poison, explosives, ensorcellments, all the bells and whistles. I'd say no insult intended, but we're past that." She replied coolly. "In the meantime, we're setting up a temporary holding cell for you."

Watching the proceedings, Izayoi stood next to Miina and Galahad, frowning.

"Where are the others of our party? Have they not reported back yet?"

Kayliss only shook her head in response. "You have a point. Falcon's Nest is about as close to the Alenmiers as it is to Solitude. But you're back anyway, and Solitude was always the goal. Take the crew and the ship, and get going. Remember, support and extraction only. Confirm Garland's words if you can, but I shouldn't need to tell you all that retrieving our people and yours comes first. Move out as soon as you're ready."







Progress update: nearly done, should be finished after I get some sleep.

"psykers why did you take this fucking long"



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